Hi guys
Also a lurker here, and new to Mumsnet. Reading this thread has finally prompted me to join up to give my crazy somewhere to go. Apologies in advance for the massive ramble.
Age 31, hubby 32, been trying for baby number one since May 2017 which is 14 cycles already, because mine are on the short side. Usually around 23-24 days, but just because my body likes to mess with me, anywhere from 20 days (freak one-off head fuck) to 31, although the post-ovulation bit is pretty consistent. Appear to be ovulating - have been doing the temp charting thing since we started, and get the right gunk at the right times. Not even a hint of a missed period or second line when I have early-tested through sheer bone-headed optimism, despite having every 'symptom' under the sun. I might brain the next person who tells me that what really worked for them was having sex actually in their fertile window. No shit, Sherlock. You weren't having any luck before then?!
Gradually getting more and more disillusioned and numb to it, feeling like it's never going to happen. Hubby's been willfully optimistic that everything is fine and these things just take time, but this month had a bit of a breakdown because our friend, who started trying after us, did a 12 week announcement, and that - in his head - nixed the idea we're still on a 'normal' time frame.
I'm partly glad he's finally internalising that it's taking a bit too long for 'everything's perfectly fine and dandy' and we can start looking into what's going on, but seeing him so upset is really heartbreaking too. We're both sort of being childish/superstitious about going to the doctor to kick off checking things out, because obviously you don't actually have proper problems before you've been diagnosed with them. So I thought joining here might be a good kick up the backside to actually book GP appointments.
Another friend gave birth this week too, and I'm currently heading into my fertile window with hubby's work trip positioned bang over the crucial days - back on Thursday, just like you June - so there's pretty much no chance this month. Unless we have some seriously stubbornly lingering HeMan sperm that laughs at hostile mucous and eats it for breakfast. Which, you know, I'm not holding my breath for.
Ugh.